One time, when I was in high school, a deputy sheriff caught me and the girlfriend going at it in the front seat of my car.As he was shining the flashlight on our naked asses, he said: "Boy... I hope you know I'm next."I looked back at him and said: "Cool. I never farked a cop before."

We needed an article about this? Holy crap, if I had a nickel for every time I had sex in a car, I'd be... well, not rich, but it would still be a lot of money. Heck, I'm pretty tall and one woman I dated was 5'10", and the majority of times we had sex was in the car.

I remember one time, just a few weeks after I had started dating a girl, she and I were making out in her Honda Civic, and all of a sudden, it got very bright. The cops noticed us and came by to see what was going on. (It's a good thing they didn't come by a few minutes later, because she would have been topless.) They made both of us get out of the car, and questioned us separately, apparently trying to figure out if this was a rape scene, or just a couple of kids making out. They finally let us go, but I would have thought their attitude would have changed, once they found out nothing was wrong.

When we told one of my girlfriend's friends the next day, she suggested my girlfriend should have told the cops "He raped me 17 times, sir, and I enjoyed every minute of it."

At my old job since I was asst fleet manager I had access to all types of cars so it was fun to do it in different cars. The mini vans had some great space to move around in. For extra privacy the parking garage was there. Only got caught a few times by friends. The meeting rooms were as defiled.

Had a threesome in the back of my old Mazda B2000 pickup truck (with a cap).... although I had brought plenty of blankets, cushions, and pillows for the occasion. We parked in the middle of a cul de sac where some big houses were under construction. Nobody bothered us and a good time was had by all.

Eighteen years later and I'm still friends with one of those girls. :D

I guess there's another point to consider. I'm at an age where I have my own place and my girlfriend has her own place...we don't NEED to have sex in a car...we can have sex in every room in the house! Car sex is for those times when you don't have a place to have sex...

I got 5 acres in the middle of nowhere.Told my last gilrfr. to dress up like a prom date and I got duded up and we wnet parking behind the house.Ended up in the car, then on the lawn, then in the house.then I needed liquids.

Edward Smith never takes his girlfriend to expensive restaurants, or showers her with chocolates, flowers, or sexy lingerie - instead, a trip to the gas station and a nice bath are enough to keep her purring.

She also isn't bothered by his promiscuity. He's bedded, by his own account, 999 others.

Smith has taken man's romance with the automobile to a whole new level, and he claims his attachments to his metal, leather-upholstered companions are far from platonic.

The 57-year-old Washington state native first had sex with a car at age 15, and says he has never been sexually attracted to people, female or male. And he feels no need to change.

"I'm not sick and I don't want to hurt anyone. Cars are just my preference," he told British newspaper the Telegraph.

His current flame is a Volkswagen Beetle that's he's named Vanilla, and considering a typical woman's reaction to Smith's spreading himself around, she's very low maintenance (not counting trips to the mechanic or pricey imported auto parts).

And there have been many others. A 1973 Opal GT named Cinnamon, a 1993 Ford Ranger Splash he called Ginger, and Victoria, a 1969 Beetle he bought from a family of Jehovah's Witnesses.

Farking in a car wasn't really a challenge for me. There used to be a nice secluded spot in the edge of some woods near where I lived at the time. No one ever went through there, so getting caught was never an issue. The only issue I had was trying to get to business in a Focus. Many cramps were had...

Years ago me and the ex were having sex in the car, it was the middle of the night and we were at the lake with not a soul in sight. All of a sudden I see some pervert crouched down beside the car peeking in the window. They were tinted so he had his hands cupped against them trying to see in.

Well I jumped back in my seat, pulled up my pants, started the car and drove off. About 50 feet away there was a cop car parked in the road with its lights off. I stopped and looked in the mirror and this dude is running after us waving a flashlight. The damn pervert was a farking cop!

I rolled down the window and he claimed that he was checking to see if we were "doing drugs" because it's a known hangout for drug users. Right.

Since when do cops not pull right up to you with all their lights on if they suspect something like that going on?